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You’ve been playing me all along, trying to seduce me, haven’t you?”
    “Yes, sir.” What else could she say? She’d laid it all out, sacrificing her pride to reach this moment.
    “I’m a particular kind of man,” Bryce said. “Some might even say peculiar or deviant. Does that frighten you?”

    Jesus, did he mean it the way she hoped? Her mouth went dry and she swallowed.
    “No sir, I’m not frightened.”
    “Just so we’re clear. You can stop me at any time. Your job is not at risk. You can say no. Do you understand?”
    She nodded eagerly, her excitement growing so intense she couldn’t catch a full breath.
    The hand on her ass squeezed. “I need an answer, Miss Wood.”
    Her pussy clenched, and moisture seeped to wet her folds. “Yes sir, I understand.
    You’ll stop if I ask you to.” She took a deep breath and deepened her voice, “This is consensual, something I need…so that I can be a better secretary.”
    A muffled laugh sounded from the sofa then leather creaked.
    While her heart beat madly, Morgan walked around the other side of the desk to stand in front of her. He held his own belt in his hands. Had Bryce signaled him? She tried to glance behind her to see Bryce’s face, but couldn’t quite reach.
    “Morgan’s my partner, Miss Wood,” he continued in his uninflected voice. “Some matters require joint disciplinary action. Do you have a problem with that?”
    She swallowed hard. This was happening faster than she could have hoped, but she really didn’t want the pace to slow. While she’d been teasing Bryce, she’d worked up her own arousal to a fever pitch. “No sir,” she whispered, “you know best what punishment I deserve.”
    Morgan threaded the leather tongue of his belt through the buckle, forming a circle that he looped around her wrists. He drew the loop tight and pulled her arms toward him. Then he threaded the end through the handle of Bryce’s center drawer.
    Standing on her toes, with her body stretched across the surface of Bryce’s desk, she was completely, deliciously helpless.
    Morgan’s fingers dug into her hair, and he lifted her head. “Had a feeling ’bout you for a while, Raelie Wood.”
    “Oh?” She didn’t complete the thought. Her scalp stung, which only heightened her awareness of the cool wood beneath her and the heat radiating off the man standing behind her.
    Bryce nudged apart her feet, widening her stance. When she was spread so wide she felt her inner lips gape open, she couldn’t help the little shivering sob that escaped.
    “Was that fear, baby girl?” Morgan asked, easing his grip on her hair and kneeling so his face was aligned with hers. “Or do you want this?”
    She searched his face, looking for a clue of what he thought about the way she’d behaved or a hint of where this was going. But his expression remained bland. “Want,”
    she groaned, hoping she’d given the right answer. Want trumped the trepidation that quivered through her body.
    One brown eyebrow arched. The wicked twinkle was back in his eyes. “You’ve been teasing Bryce here until he’s just about lost his mind.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said, but allowed a little one-sided smirk, sharing a glimpse of the joke.
    He tapped her nose then rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “You should be. We have a business to run. What are you going to do to make this right?”

    She licked her lips. “Whatever Mr. Caldwell feels is appropriate.”
    Morgan’s eyelids dipped, but the laugh lines on either side of his mouth deepened. “So if he wants to spank your ass until it’s pink…?”
    “I want him to be pleased with my dedication. I’ll trust that I deserved it.”
    His thumb slid along her lip again. “If I want to fuck your mouth…?”
    Her mouth went instantly dry unlike her pussy which gave its moist approval.
    “With Mr. Caldwell’s permission…” she said huskily.
    “Does your cooperation depend on his being here?”
    She nodded. “I’m his